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Daily Archives: June 21, 2012

I generally come up with some kind of theme to tie together the three things I discuss in my “Three Things Thursday” posts. I couldn’t come up with anything this week. Instead, you get a random sampling of thoughts floating around in my brain. You’re welcome.

1. Mango sorbet = sweet nectar of life.

My Yale friend Bianca is in the DFW area this summer working on her PhD, so we’ve been getting together semi-regularly. (We met years ago working the same crummy summer job at Texas Tech. I always refer to her as my Yale friend because that’s AMAZING that she is getting her PhD there, and it makes me sound smart to lump myself in with her!) She came over on Tuesday and we played Mario Kart, watched Pretty Little Liars, and enjoyed mango sorbet. Such sweetness has not graced my tummy in quite some time. Soo good. I could eat it every day of the week. Three cheers for mango sorbet!

2. Today is my big brother’s 30th birthday! (Prince William is also turning 30 today. Just so ya know.)

My brother is not Benjamin Button; this is an old picture. Circa 1984 when I was fresh out da womb.

Mike is a seriously good brother. I have always looked up to him. From when we were little and I’d obnoxiously follow around him and his friends, to when he was a senior and I was a freshman and he’d give me life advice, to when he went off to Baylor because he was a smarty pants, to now that he’s old but wise and generous. I could not ask for a better big brother! (Well, except for that time he yelled at me really badly on our vacation in the Bahamas. I could have done without that.) Happy Birthday, Mike!

3. No, I do not want a credit card. I said good day! I was at JCPenney the other day buying a plethora of clothes that I don’t need and a fedora (which I definitely needed) and a suitcase. When I was checking out, the cashier asked me if I wanted to open a JCPenney charge card. Being that I once worked at JCP, I knew that she was asking me not because she wanted to ask, but because she had to. I politely declined with the, “Umm…No, not today.” (That’s my “thoughtful” answer. As in, “I’m thinking about this offer, and I’ve decided to decline.”) Then she said, “Well you’d save 10%. That’d be $15 off this suitcase and 10% off the rest of your stuff, too.” I held firm and remained polite. “No, I don’t think so.” She came back with “Really?” and offered me the credit card again!

Dammit, lady! I’m trying to be nice here! You gotta ask me, but I don’t gotta say yes. And I know you have a quota, but you are ruining my retail therapy high with your credit card pushing ways. I don’t want the credit card. I didn’t want it the first time you asked me or the second time. You are not changing my mind. Then I had to give her the stink eye to get her to stop forcing her credit card on me. No means no!*

Welcome to Army Amy!*

I am a runner, educator, reading junkie, and chips & salsa addict. My husband has been in the Army for 4 years. In that time we've endured 2 moves (one to Germany and one to Texas), 2 deployments, 4 job changes for me, and a whole lot of adventure. We moved to Fort Bliss, Texas in 2013 with our crazy dog Geronimo. Right now life is relatively quiet, and that's just how I like it!

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